It was about to rain."We should probably get inside," Becca said. "I like getting wet, but not that wet."Becca slid her cheerleading top back on. I gr...bbed my shorts and boxers and put them back on."Damn it! Where the hell are my panties?" she yelled.She got up off the bench and began to search for her cheerleader panties. Little did Becca know that I had concealed her panties in my right shorts pocket. I wanted to stare at her ass for a little while longer. After a minute passed, I decided. The friction of your sheer white stockings brushing against eact other is and enormous rush, as they shimmer under the bright lights if the hotel lobby.You feel your heels are clicking a hundred times louder than they actually are.You feel that everyone is staring at you.They probably are. Wasn’t that the point?You walk into the bar and sit yourself on a stool demurely, caressing your stockinged knees suggestively, but nervously.An hour later, youve have had a glass too many.A guy in a suit,. "I think we got the preliminaries down. Manny was a probable steroid user, he was short tempered, especially when drinking, and he was drinking today. Right?" Right." Let's start talking about what happened out there now, shall we?"Frank nodded slowly. "Okay."The detective picked up his pen again. "That was Manny's truck you were in, correct?" Yeah. His F-250."Jorgan nodded. He had seen the truck in question at the crime scene. Raised about a foot and with tires that looked like they could fit. He was a funny little man of short stature and well over weight. It was hard for me to envisage him being the father of such a gorgeous young lady such as Anne-Marie. He was sweating profusely and obviously very nervous at meeting me."Welcome My Lord", he stuttered slightly " Can I offer you refreshment?"After a few pleasantries and general talk I broached the subject of the overdue notes that I held against his estate. I politely pointed out that I was now entitled to take possession of most.